Tong Lie's expression changed slightly at his words. He was somewhat puzzled, and at the same time, somewhat unwilling.
Within the Bronze Hammer Tribe, he was the strongest. Though he was not the chieftain, his status still stood above the chieftain's, and no one could restrain him.
Even the wise man before him, who had taught him the profound martial arts of the Divine Land's human race—the mentor he regarded as a teacher—could only influence him slightly. He could not make any decision or choice in Tong Lie's place.
A man like this naturally possessed a heart as firm as iron, an unyielding will, and exceedingly resolute ideas. Being told what to do in everything by another truly left him unaccustomed to it, even unable to accept it.
Seeing the troubled look on Tong Lie's face, the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord understood his concerns and said,
"Tong Lie, your martial arts far surpass that man's. Killing him would take no more effort than blowing dust away.
"Yet the Divine Continent is a land where treasures abound, and now Martial Dao Fortune is surging forth. Powerful experts are springing up like bamboo shoots after rain. Who knows when an utterly peerless expert might emerge—someone you may not necessarily be able to defeat.
"Therefore, if you wish to remain on the Divine Continent for long and smoothly accomplish the task I have entrusted to you, it would be best to listen to someone familiar with the Great Yong Dynasty and the human race. Let him guide you and teach you their ways of living and surviving.
"This will bring you nothing but benefits.
"As for killing, that is indeed what I want you to do. The Divine Land is not the paradise you imagine it to be. Beacon Fires are everywhere there